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Friday, December 01, 2006

'76: Hey VictorMe: Hi.'76: you might enjoy this... (picture link to J. Alba)Me: I usually would, yeah. But I just saw on Intrada's forums that Shirley Walker (Danny Elfman's conductor on Batman and an excellent composer in her own right) passed away yesterday. :('76: NO! thats terrible news. i love her score for Memoirs of an Invisible ManMe: Brain aneurysm, apparently.'76: thats terrible. i loved her workMe: She did some excellent stuff for the WB's shows and Carpenter. I loved Memoirs of an Invisible Man too - and Space: Above and Beyond.'76: never heard her score for SpaceMe: The TV series - she did the pilot and all the episodes. Plus her theme for The Others was the best thing about that show.'76: i love that Invisible Man score. always play it to get in the mood for writing an action sceneMe: Say this for John Carpenter; if he let someone else write the music for him, he made a good call that time.'76: Well Carpenter is a man of great taste in general for me...this just cinches itMe: Plus she was the only "outsider" he worked with more than once music-wise; Ennio Morricone and Jack Nitzsche were one-timers, but he used her again with Escape From L.A.'76: this really is sadMe: Yeah. November was a bad month for film music with her and Basil Poledouris passing. Not really in the mood for talking much.'76: yeahMe: I'm going to dig out my albums of hers and play them in tribute. Too bad she had so few released.'76: ill do the same tomorrow

And now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go and listen to Memoirs of an Invisible Man, Escape from L.A. and Batman: Mask of the Phantasm.

The James Horner Spot.

The Tell Them Who I Am Spot.

...is a 43-year-old guy who likes listening to film and TV music, whose days of eating entire packets of biscuits are gone thanks to the ol' diabetes, whose hair - thanks to genetics - now has a bald spot on top but who is fortunately 6'2" so it's hard to see, who enjoys the box (particularly American shows - and the often-made British claim that "we only see the best of US TV" is a fallacy as anyone who has cable will testify. I think it's Americans who only see the best of Br... I hate that term, so I refuse to sully this blog with it), who's gotten most of his friends through stories and the net, who loves writing about attractive female celebrities, who slaves at a direct mail company, and who isn't as sorry he grew up in Barbados between 1976 and 1993 as he used to be. Oh, and he doesn't seem any emotionally different from when he was 12. A man really is a child grown up, child is father of the man, and so on...